live long and prosper

so i watched star trek for the first time last week when my dad bought the dvd

i have become so infatuated with chris pine that i decided to write a poem

chris pine-ing

his face stares at me from the couch, suggestive and sexy

in black and white behind glossy plastic, newly purchased and

compelled to be seen in technicolor magic and blurs of digital persuasion 

now he's on the screen, jumping from earth to space

cocky

all-american

buff

raw

eyes and smiles

if only 200 years and a fantasy didn't separate us